He held him close and slowly managed to walk them to the bed where he guided Reed down onto it and climbed in next to him. He resumed holding him, letting him cry without trying to stop him. Emerson had a feeling that this release of emotion was probably a long time coming, and today was just the straw that broke the camel's back. It was pushing it into the extreme. He kissed his forehead, then kissed his tears on both sides of his face. He kept one arm securely around him, while his other hand started to stroke Reed's back gently and supportively.